"It's been three days."
"Why are there still no clues at all!"
"Tell me why."
The roar pierced the nave.
Inspiring and enlightening.
The servants in the Sheriff's Mansion remained silent and frightened.
They didn't want to hear the county guard's roar, because it meant someone was about to die again.
Three days.
Many people have died.
There is only one crime, and the work is not going well.
There is no need to even accuse someone, because the county guard itself represents power and controls the army.
There are also hundreds of black armored cavalry.
Violent institutions can suppress all opposing voices.
After the death of his only son Zhang Gui, Zhang Wanlong went crazy.
Completely crazy.
He doesn't care about the life and death of the people, nor does he care about the court's accountability. He just wants to find the murderer.
He didn't dare to ask the young immortal master, so he could only search the whole city, hoping to find clues.
The only clues are: Black Banner, a slave to ghosts, very young, and an immortal master.
Bafang City itself is a large city in a county, with tens of thousands of people living in the city. Looking for it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Here comes someone." Zhang Wanlong's angry voice sounded.
Two soldiers in black armor rushed into the middle hall and lifted up the long-robed scribe standing on the ground.
"Drag it out."
"Chief, spare my life, spare your life..." It is said to be a long gown, but in fact it is only longer than a child's shirt.
Master Sun died of anger when he was discovered, which also made Zhang Wanlong feel angry.
My son is dead.
The right arm is dead.
I lost my wife in my early years and my son in my middle age.
The great beam is in jeopardy, and the future career will not be bright.
So he didn't take it into consideration at all.
All I want is revenge.
If that doesn't work, just search door to door, and you'll definitely be able to find clues.
There was silence in the nave.
The remaining two people did not dare to speak.
These two people were also aides to the county governor Zhang Wanlong, but they were not taken seriously at first.
Now that Master Sun is dead, they have received more attention.
One of them was thinking hard and scratching his head and head.
Another middle-aged man in a green shirt looked at his nose and heart, his mind seemed to be immersed in the cup of tea in front of him.
Zhang Wanlong was very unhappy with the attitude of the middle-aged man in blue shirt.
Rather, at this time, anyone who is not as irritable and irritable as him will irritate him if he scratches his head and ears.
If you don't feel the same way as him, then go die.
Then he said: "I wonder what Mr. Song has to say?"
Master Song handed over his hand: "Sir, I'll go back and think about it for a long time, and I find that I still need you to provide clues."
"I wonder if there is anyone in the county who has enmity with you."
"Please calm down and carefully recall the murderer's voice, appearance, clothing, and words."
"Accent."
"It's best to describe the scene of that day in every detail."
"In this way, we can find the murderer."
Having just killed someone, Zhang Wanlong felt a lot better.
And he should be the person who wants to find the murderer the most.
So Master Song’s words immediately became a good remedy.
Zhang Wanlong couldn't help but start thinking about the scene that day.
Master Song was so present that he even took a sip of tea.
Although it was cold, it did not affect the taste because his mind was not on the tea at all.
Why didn't you mention this matter three days ago? This is Master Song's brilliance.
At that time, Magistrate Zhang was in the deepest pain of losing his son, so even if the advice he gave was right, he would still suffer a lot.
He might even go to hell with Master Sun.
Even if I don’t die, I will mention it later and remind Sheriff Zhang of the scene that day. Isn’t it the same disgrace and no benefit at all?
At that time, I could not make full use of this suggestion.
So he didn't mention it.
It’s just right to mention it again today.
After three days, Sheriff Zhang has calmed down a lot and is even more eager to find the murderer.
Even though these suggestions may seem superficial, they are very practical.
Zhang Wanlong recalled the scene that day.
Sadness comes to my heart.
Suppress the pain in your heart.
Think carefully about whether you have any enemies.
Why did he kill Master Sun?
The murderer’s voice and appearance.
It was a pair of young eyes, about five feet six inches tall, wearing night clothes and a mask.
There is a red-haired evil ghost in the service of the soul flag.
The ghost flag is embroidered on the soul flag.
The accent is definitely from Bafang County.
What did you say?
Zhang Wanlong raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with light.
He remembered.
The murderer did speak before taking action.
Master Song squinted his eyes and raised a smile. It seemed that the county magistrate had really thought of something.
Now it seems that his Song Dynasty style is still better.
"Old Sun, you can go in peace."
"I'll take your seat."
Master Song glanced at the colleague who was sitting there, a sarcastic look flashed across his face, and the moment he lowered his head, his expression was as usual.
Zhang Wanlong stood up and went straight out of the county guard's hall.
As he walked out of the nave, the elderly steward of the family walked up to Zhang Wanlong and whispered: "Master."
"Go and investigate the families of those four people."
Of course the housekeeper knows who the four people Zhang Wanlong mentioned are.
When he was about to go do it, Zhang Wanlong stopped him again: "The people who were friends with those four people and their families were also carefully investigated."
"I would rather kill by mistake than let go!"
"Yes."
The housekeeper did not persuade Zhang Wanlong.
It's useless to persuade him, Zhang Wanlong doesn't care at all.
He is also the one who watched Mr. Zhang Gui grow up.
Zhang Wanlong felt sad, and he felt equally uncomfortable.
After instructing the housekeeper to do this, Zhang Wanlong went to the residence of the young immortal master.
It is a Taoist temple.
View of the five directions.
A pure place.
Wufang Temple is a Taoist temple where Wuling Sect is stationed in the secular world.
It can be regarded as an inn or a separate courtyard.
Basically, it is used to accept the disciples of Wuling Sect who are new to the county and town guards.
Of course, if there are other disciples of the Five Spirits Sect who enter the secular world, they can also come to the Five Directions Temple to stay.
"How is the immortal master's injury?"
"Go back to the county guard, the immortal master is fine."
"Then I'll feel relieved."
Zhang Wanlong let out a long breath.
He is no match for the man in black.
Soldiers are not the same.
Even if we form a battle formation, we can't stop the vicious ghost.
Only an immortal master can deal with that person.
So anyone can have problems, but no problems can arise here except the Immortal Master.
Zhang Wanlong got on the bullock cart, glanced at the Taoist temple, with a complicated expression, and finally lowered the curtain of the bullock cart: "Go back to the government office."
Three days in a hurry.
Li Qingfeng spends his days meditating in the mountain temple and looking for ghosts everywhere at night.
He has visited the mass graves at the foot of the mountain two or three times and returned empty-handed.
I took three black ghost pills.
The refined mana condenses into mist.
This Yinhun Pill is his hard work for the past few months, and he can be said to have made rapid progress.
It originally took at least more than a year to advance to the second level of Qi training, but now it seems that the time has been shortened a lot.
Li Qingfeng feels that continuing like this is not an option.
After thinking about it, I still felt that it would be better to tell him the proposal that the main spirit evil ghost was in the dream two days ago.
The main spirit evil ghost told him that the bandits would bring harm to people anyway, so it would be better to hang them and turn them into part of the strength.
Li Qingfeng decided to think about it. After all, it is human life and needs to be treated with caution.
He is still injured and needs time to recover from his injuries.
Thinking of the notices about bandits posted in the county and the people who never came back after leaving the city, Li Qingfeng decided to wipe out the bandits.
Li Qingfeng smiled helplessly and said: "I always feel that I am getting farther and farther away from the righteous knight I originally imagined."
Tu Shanjun didn't think so. Regardless of the reason why the bandits couldn't live, if you kill someone, you have to be prepared to be killed.
Besides, suppressing bandits is also a matter of chivalry and justice.
A well-educated child at this age is sentimental, and Tushanjun did not refute it.
If you encounter a gangster, you will go there with interest.
However, as long as the final result is good, you don’t have to worry about the process.
For Tushanjun, gaining strength is the best result.
This chapter has been completed!